He pauses in his step, turning toward the voice and—oh, looks like you're still afflicted with some wonderful Luceti Thought Bubbles (TM). He nods, though he makes no move.]
Nah, my injuries aren't what you'd have to work on—but this idiot here has an arm wound that needs fixing up.
[He turns, showing the slung figure on his shoulder: arms facing upward, one limb quickly but expertly wrapped about a gunwound.]
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where'd you come fromHe pauses in his step, turning toward the voice and—oh, looks like you're still afflicted with some wonderful Luceti Thought Bubbles (TM). He nods, though he makes no move.]
Nah, my injuries aren't what you'd have to work on—but this idiot here has an arm wound that needs fixing up.
[He turns, showing the slung figure on his shoulder: arms facing upward, one limb quickly but expertly wrapped about a gunwound.]